In our house, we have different lukes where liquids are concerned. We have:

• luke cold: it was warm once upon a time, and one can just detect it with your tongue
• luke warm: a perfect blend between cold and hot to make the liquid in question perfectly drinkable.
• luke hot: steam’s rising, only for the iron-cast mouthed.
• luke skywalker: should be hot, but isn’t

Sweet potato, as it turns out, is nothing like potato. I knew this, of course, because I had tasted it before. But I thought, possibly, in the cooking process, there may be some similarities. I could not have been more wrong.

I do love that purple colour on my vegetables. I think the purple vegetables have more fun than the others.

I guess I have an oral fixation, because I have been obsessed with food since I quit smoking. Oh, I loved food before, but now I simply cannot think of anything else. Maybe it is time to find a new obsession – any suggestions?

To cat, stretched up against kitchen cupboard, begging for chicken: Sorry, Frank, you are overdressed for this party. No tuxedos allowed.

Reading the package insert of my medication, I eventually pass the scary stuff and find the Identification section. Apparently, it has a characteristic cherry flavour. My tongue disagrees, but I also notice the insert’s publication date is November 1993.

Cherry sure has changed in, oh my god, sixteeen years.